Love is a Battlefield (Brazen and Bones))

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Donte on the other hand, headed off to find someone to take care of the sexual frustration he'd built up.

[ode]

Waiting until his brother fell asleep, Brazen went to take a shower and take the edge off with his hand before falling into a blessed slumber.

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The following week everyone was back at the club, and it was in full swing. The newcomer, Bones, had moved up in the ranks, and was getting a bit of a name.

[ode]

Despite the awkwardness of lat week, Braze and Donte were still good friends as they leaned back against the wall surverying the newcomer. "He's good," Braze murmured. "And sort of hot."

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"Yah, but he ain't my type." Donte said, watching the match. "Technique's a bit rustic, but it works for him. You interested in him?" Donte asked, eying Braze.

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"Maybe. Why? You still tripping on me?" he asked, turning his gaze away from the match to look up at Donte. "You know I can't hurt my baby brother like that. He aint never liked nobody before you."

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"Nah, I mean I wouldn't turn you down, but I get it. And though he's cute, the kid's jail bait, you can't blame me. " Donte said with his hands up.

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Braze scoffed. "He's seventeen, so yeah, I feel you. Plus he's sick so that's probably not going to work in his favor. I've been trying to get him better treatment but you know how shit is, man," he said, running a hand though his short cropped hair. "But no, I don't blame you, Donte."

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"Him bein' sick ain't got a damn thing to do with it. I had asthma real bad as a kid, still use an inhaler, matter of fact. But he just gotta get active and not sit cooped up all the time that's what's hurtin him." Donte said.

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Braze narrowed his eyes at the man's tone. "Slow your roll, Donte. I didn't mean anything bad by it and you know it. That's my baby brother and I do try to get him to go out but he's not outside five minutes before he needs oxygen. The fumes in the air fuck with him." He tried to explain and then just laid it out. "Look, our mother is a crackhead. She smoked that shit when she was pregnant with both of us, I got lucky he didn't. As a baby she used to keep him in the same room right next to her smokin it, used to hide it in his carseat. He was born with under developed lungs and they have yet to catch up to the rest of his body."

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Donte was silent for a moment. "Damn, that's fucked up. But listen, he don't gotta be outside, but activity does help. Bring him over to the gym on 36th and I'll see if I can at least get some muscle on him. Kid's so tiny. I won't make him do nothin too strenuous though," he said, looking at Braze.

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"You know I gotta work on Sundays, man. I can drop him off but no way I can stay and help," he said with a sigh.

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"Just bring by his and me and Marcus'll watch him. He'll be in good hands," Donte said.

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Brazen surveryed Donte for a long minute. "Alright, man. You know we're cool and I'm trusting you." That said, he turned back to the fight and grinned. His winning would be a little less tonight because others were starting to bet on the man as well but hey, money was money.

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Donte nodded, knowing how serious B could get about his brother.

"You wanna go against the New Guy?" he asked, looking at Donte.